This is a song about "Dropped drink on my shirt"

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

So before i dropped to the ground and fell on knees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

I make songs about shit for attention

So i dropped your genitals on the lead plateau.

I just call it …remember all the dough

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Well, at least this may be my last drink